William Verbaud

Rookie (Dec.26,1980 / Nowhere, NJ)

No Words - Poem by William Verbaud

time space location insanity
something no words
too much space not enough
Existence or not?
Fabrication of them useless or a necessary evil?
No more words
Love or lust or mistakes or timing or something
No words
Good or bad or just bothersome?
To speak in words of air over wires
To speak in words of crushing passion over coffee and cigarettes
No words present
Painful distance and location
No words
To do or to say too scream in perpetual science
In rooms of blaring televisions and radios
To be lost in seas of faces on streets of unending distance
Along roads with suggested stops and crossings
And railroad tracks too
Fast moving something’s
No words, why no words
Strength in solace of in numbers of the futile
Or in the minds of the insane
Or in the hearts of the disenfranchised alienated youths
Youths, falling away into moonlight streets of evading street lights
And distance of shouts can be heard from corner apartments
“So it is, So it is!
No words, No words! ”
And the thought that a shout might be stumbled across
As if some one might also stubble across a green bottle
In the street and find a musical instrument
No words no words
The sounds of deaf life
Bursting the eardrums of some one yet unseen
in a winter’s night
of clacking clacking clacking black boots
on salt covered sidewalks
no words no words,
no fear?
No barriers, death, time, sight, hearing or existence
True life or just a lonely death?
No answer in words, no words nor words

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  • (10/9/2007 8:35:00 PM)

    poems...are words...arranged carefully, with love or hatred...and there is that thing called art...words...sometimes, the 'necessary evil'...no words, no existence....true Willy...you worked on it nicely (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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